Angeline Strauss (Sᴛᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ Aɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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savetheearth2013-12-25 07:06 pm
sugarslice) wrote in savetheearth2013-12-25 07:06 pm
[text, handwritten]
[ working at a grocery store means working christmas day. working at a bed and breakfast means working christmas night. working, in this case, means being sociable with a pleasant-enough elderly couple who lost their condo in the earthquake and are rolling in enough dough to stay at a b&b for now.
after everything is cleaned up and put away, angeline squirrels away to her room, only to experience the hollowing sensation of an echo before she gets inside. perplexed and just the slightest bit concerned, she continues to her bedroom, only to find a set of clothes lying haphazardly on her bed. given that her room is locked in her absence, their appearance strikes her as doubly odd.
was it... blood keys? the only other time she had experienced that hollowing sensation had been in their presence. she nervously creeps to the window, as if she could detect an intruder if there were one, but comes up with nothing. she searches the room, but finds nothing missing.
finally, she glances at her notebook.
grabbing it and a pen, she leans against the headrest of her bed and writes her network number down.
in slanted script: ]
Someone left some clothes on my bed. They must have done it within the last hour because the clothes weren't there the last time. Is this the work of Blood Keys?
Are any of you Blood Keys?
Sorry, I'm new.
after everything is cleaned up and put away, angeline squirrels away to her room, only to experience the hollowing sensation of an echo before she gets inside. perplexed and just the slightest bit concerned, she continues to her bedroom, only to find a set of clothes lying haphazardly on her bed. given that her room is locked in her absence, their appearance strikes her as doubly odd.
was it... blood keys? the only other time she had experienced that hollowing sensation had been in their presence. she nervously creeps to the window, as if she could detect an intruder if there were one, but comes up with nothing. she searches the room, but finds nothing missing.
finally, she glances at her notebook.
grabbing it and a pen, she leans against the headrest of her bed and writes her network number down.
in slanted script: ]
Someone left some clothes on my bed. They must have done it within the last hour because the clothes weren't there the last time. Is this the work of Blood Keys?
Are any of you Blood Keys?
Sorry, I'm new.
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wowow, she wants to talk with this unicorn! so she boots up her aging laptop and puts her number in. ]
[ video (from a crappy webcam) ]
[ in a hushed voice: ]
Hi! Hi. I'm the girl who was just talking, um, writing to you. Sorry, um-- I just wanted to speak with you face-to-face, I guess, because you're a unicorn.
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Pulse.
Mental image.
Eyes steadily widen, ears lifting in time.]
...Do you like the color blue?
[High 'n cruising and certainly stirred in some capacity, fired off like a mock small-talk question.]
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Yes! Do you?